// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
A low hum is offered, completely content with how Danta writhes, hands roaming along the red marks left behind from the corset as he presses into the kiss a bit deeper, sharp teeth nipping at the Mavericks lower lip before he withdraws when Danta starts to fumble with the buttons. The clothes for the ball were some of his more intricate pieces, but he easily draws up, face a fraction flushed as he lets his dark gaze survey the other Ancient.
And with it, he starts at the top, removing the tie and letting it fall to the side, boldly giving the other man a bit of a show as he starts to unbutton the tight fitting outer vest, shrugging out of it until his shirt is open, left on for the moment but with enough room for his hands to roam along his scarred skin. He props himself up with one hand and the other moves to start to unbutton Danta’s pants.
And with it, he starts at the top, removing the tie and letting it fall to the side, boldly giving the other man a bit of a show as he starts to unbutton the tight fitting outer vest, shrugging out of it until his shirt is open, left on for the moment but with enough room for his hands to roam along his scarred skin. He props himself up with one hand and the other moves to start to unbutton Danta’s pants.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
